Mr. Snow,
the springs Rains,
I bring will come and go,
the boys and barbecues,
of summer, will watch the stars,
awake, on the steps of your patio,
but don't forget, babe,
when the maples leaves begin to glow,
I as the autumn rains will return,
to bring the smile with the snow.
this is how I love you,
this is how I know.
Mr. Snow,
this is how I love you,
this is how I know.
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